Deep inside the Origin Association, the laboratory felt like a tightly sealed steamer.
Several Magic Lamps baked the air until it was scorching, and the sulfurous stench of fermented dragon dung endlessly assaulted every olfactory cell.
Velin leaned against the cool wall, his temples throbbing with each beat of his heart.
His Spiritual Power was like a pond on the verge of drying up, nearly exhausted.
But at least the hardware was finally complete.
The next step was the software part, which didn't require Spiritual Power.
Before him, a pitch-black beetle, only half the size of its kin, rested quietly in a crystal case. Its huge compound eyes reflected Velin's figure, revealing a hint of dependence.
[Sarah]
Velin had given his General a name filled with meaning.
After downing a bottle of [Animal Communication Potion], the invisible mental barrier dissolved.
He immediately "heard" Sarah's clear stream of consciousness—a mixture of awe, curiosity, and obedience.
